Chapter 12:
A/N: ooo sorry guys I was stupid and didn't look at the Sorting Hat chapter in the first book, I now remember that Susan Bones was NOT the first person, it was that Abbot girl, and that Susan didn't even go to Gryffindor, she went in Hufflepuff hits my head repeatedly saying: 'stupid Charmaine!' Sorry I guess it just has to be this way in my fic.
Quite an elderly man got up. He looked as though he was over one hundred, but when he talked you would think he was at the least thirty. "Welcome to another year at Hogwarts. I am Headmaster Albus Dumbledore, now I don't want to make this long so…" He didn't take too long, there was some queer singing and weird words but I just was looking at the empty gold platters in the middle of the table. "Is he mad?" I heard that Harry Potter say to a red headed boy, who looked about fifteen. The place was swarming with these red heads, there were twins, the fifteen year old with glasses, and a first year boy who hung around Harry.
"And welcome back, to the familiar faces, to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry…" that was rich; I knew this was a place for incredibly smart students (which is why I didn't know how I got accepted) but to call it a school of witchcraft? I bursted out laughing, knowing that this was a joke, Dumbledore laughed along with me. "I'm so pleased that I have been found amusing for some of you! I would have never thought myself to be a funny man, but people do think it to be a gift of mine…" people started looking at me, it was this strange, annoyed look that I got a lot from my teachers at the orphanage when I would interrupt them, or ask a rhetorical question. I realized that this was no joke, I stopped laughing immediately. "Good idea Ms. Jemmers, we should carry on, I do have a little bit more to say before we can start with the feast…"
"Wait…" I yelled. I got that look from people again, but I brushed it off this time, "you…you…weren't joking??" I asked.
"Ahh Ms. Jemmers, I see you have caught me, haven't you? Now I shall explain to everyone right now that Ms. Aleezé Jemmers here is a very special person… she is a muggle."
I heard that word before, it's what Hermione said she and I were, well… she said more of we both being Muggle Born. Whatever the word was, it was irritating me. There were gasps and squeals, there were mutters and confused faces. There was a lot. I didn't need this, what I needed was something missing. An explanation. I was about to ask, but all I could say was "er….?" Dumbledore got up,
"Ms. Jemmers, I shall speak with you once the feast is over, I do have much explaining to do…but we must carry on and finish with our feast, then everything will be clear. Is that fine?" "Y-y..yes…"
But it wasn't fine, because as I looked around, I could see I wasn't wanted here…not wanted here one bit.